The Worry Curse, Part Twenty-Nine

Laina shifted her boots on the threadbare floormat, nudging the margarine tub. The medallion fragments jostled and slinked inside their plastic cell. She withdrew her feet and hugged the edge of the passenger seat. The downtown corridors heightened into a labyrinth of manmade fortress walls. Glowering steel and concrete stretched to obscure the…

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The Worry Curse, Part Eleven

Laina knocked beside the mosaic welcome plaque. She shifted her stance to face Arden. "Thanks for walking me to their apartment. I feel like I've inconvenienced you--" "No gun to my head." He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his frayed jeans and shrugged. "I like elevator rides." "Preachers shouldn't…

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The Worry Curse, Part Ten

A rusty blue hatchback hugged the curb near the sidewalk waste bin. Arden withdrew his key and unlocked its passenger door. "Say hello to my girl, Bessie." "No remote key fob?" Laina chuckled. "Funny." He held open the door, patting the top of the frame. "Talk nice to my car, now. She's…

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The Worry Curse, Part Nine

Cool sips of water trickled through her constricted gullet, easing her garbled voice. "Thanks. I don't think the police escort would've offered me a chance to decompress. I don't want to keep you late. You'll probably have to be at your office early in the morning." "No problem. My work day…

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Author Interview: The Spindle Chair

Shellie, thanks for joining us today at Divine Encouragement. I am excited to introduce readers to your ministry and writing. Tell us about your marriage ministry and why you felt led to write a novel. Tina, I appreciate the opportunity to connect with your Divine Encouragement readers. My burden is for…

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The Worry Curse, Part Eight

As a pack of Harleys rumbled onto Forty-Ninth Avenue, Laina hustled toward the inner edge of the sidewalk.  An exhaust pop snapped her attention to the lead FatBoy, slowing near the curb. The grisly-bearded rider sneered, his gold-capped canine teeth glinting in the streetlight. "Want a ride, sweet thang?" She shifted…

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The Worry Curse, Part Seven

Coats swished into the hall as hours robbed natural rays from the cubicle hive. Electronics and clicking keys fell silent, leaving her alone under the intensifying hum of bile-hued lights. Laina pecked away at her report until the screen blurred. She blinked and strained her eyes to type the conclusion. Send. Tight…

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The Worry Curse, Part Seven

Coats swished into the hall as hours robbed natural rays from the cubicle hive. Electronics and clicking keys fell silent, leaving her alone under the intensifying hum of bile-hued lights. Laina pecked away at her report until the screen blurred. She blinked and strained her eyes to type the conclusion. Send. Tight…

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The Worry Curse, Part Six

Laina pressed her shoulder against the engraved plaque directing the way to marketing and editorial departments. She peered around the corner. Beyond the central hive of grey cubicles, fluorescent glare crowned the windows walling in the corner office. Mr. Ellison raised a cell phone to his ear and turned in his…

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The Worry Curse, Part Six

Laina pressed her shoulder against the engraved plaque directing the way to marketing and editorial departments. She peered around the corner. Beyond the central hive of grey cubicles, fluorescent glare crowned the windows walling in the corner office. Mr. Ellison raised a cell phone to his ear and turned in his…

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